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time and me
Days has been passing like the sand falling from the fist, the sky remained blue over the course of time, I admire how it stayed the same.
These pale roses in pot, recites their story of, how they have born and now they are about to die. Just like the change in their colour and shape are the phases of ups and down it faced through this journey , I am changing too , may be for a reason or may be the change which is also destined for us .
We will meet many shores during this flow, we may rest there for a while and will leave again,and that is what the wheel of life and birth is.
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These pale roses in pot, recites their story of, how they have born and now they are about to die. Just like the change in their colour and shape are the phases of ups and down it faced through this journey , I am changing too , may be for a reason or may be the change which is also destined for us .
We will meet many shores during this flow, we may rest there for a while and will leave again,and that is what the wheel of life and birth is.
© All Rights Reserved
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